“See through my eyes,” invites Dana Hayne.
Nature is a constant source of nourishment for me. I’m always humbled by the magnificent creativity of the Creator.
Spring Showers
I wake to my garden
Rain heavy.
Like over sated bacchanals,
Petals lie limp and languid
Unable to plump their crumpled plumage
Beneath the heavy moisture.
Little birds feed frantically
Before the dark and curtained sky
orders another round of drinks for all.
And I marvel at the absolute decadence of Spring. — Dana Hayne
